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I have no idea what genre this is
Triggers: heavy drinking, talk of sexual activities, mentions of prostitution, curse words/inappropriate slang used, talk of cheating (not the skz members)
Side ships: jeongchan
~Minho and Chan were currently at Chan's bachelor party, but neither of them were having any fun. It was all organized by Jackson Wang, the groomsman Chan was required to appoint. His was his mother's friend's son, and he was stupid and rich. He threw a ridiculous party (which was held on a cruise ship) that was supposedly to celebrate Chan's upcoming wedding. All the rest of the guys were drinking and dancing and making out with the strippers Jackson had hired, despite the fact that they were all engaged or married.
Minho and Chan were getting increasingly uncomfortable, both being quite happy with their partners, and also both choosing sobriety.
"Chris! Come on, have some fun! Lee, get over here!" Jackson yelled from the couch, women on either side and a shot glass in each hand. He quickly downed both, and whooped.
"If you didn't remember, Jackson, I'm getting married, and I'm not interested," Chan countered, annoyed. Alex, one of Jackson's friends, rolled his eyes.
"Who cares about the marriage!" Chan gritted his teeth.
"I do. I love Jeongin very much. You wouldn't know what loving your partner is like," he said angrily. The boys laughed and shoved Alex. Minho put a hand on Chan's shoulder and smirked, giving a nod of approval.
"What about you Lee? Get over here!" Jackson yelled. Minho rolled his eyes.
"I'm uninterested, taken, happy with my boyfriend, and finally, I'm gay, Jackson. I've told you this." Jackson scoffed.
"Yeah, but, you've never had pussy, give it a shot!" he yelled, laughing.
"First, that's disgusting to talk about a woman like that, second, I'm uninterested." He gave Chan a look, who returned it.
"Psshhh, what's that little bitch of a 'boyfriend' have to offer?" Alex said, earning a laugh. Minho clenched his jaw.
"Oh, I know! Small dick!" Jackson yelled, laughing. Minho raised his fist and started toward him, before Chan grabbed him and pulled him back.
"They're drunk, Minho, it's not worth it," he reasoned. "We have to get off this boat."
"Agreed. But how?"
"I'll call my sister. She's bound to have an idea." He dialed Hannah quickly. She picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Chris. What's wrong, why are you calling?"
"Hannah, we have to get the fuck out of here. He's got strippers all over the place, and Minho and I are literally dying. Everyone's drunk," he added.
"Yeah, be there in a sec," she answered.
"Wait, how are you going to get us?" He could practically hear Hannah roll her eyes.
"I have a boating license, pabo, and you're not far from shore. Be there in a sec!" And with that, she hung up. Chan sighed.
"She's gonna be here soon. She's bringing the boat," he reported quietly. Minho visibly relaxed, though he still kept his guard up.
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Minho and Chan were waiting below deck on the ship, waiting for Hannah to arrive. They saw her coming towards them with the boat.
"Chris!" Chan smiled.
"Hannah! Yo, thank you!" Hannah turned in return.
"Anytime, man. Sup Min?" she said, pulling up next to the boat so the guys could jump in. Which was what they had to do, seeing as they were about 6 feet higher than the boat.
"You ready?" Chan asked with a smirk. Minho shrugged uneasily.
"Here we go!" They grabbed hands and jumped, landing on the front of the boat with their knees bent. Hannah laughed from behind the wheel. She started it up and sped away.
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Minho sighed as he unlocked the door to their hotel room. "Ji?"
Jisung smiled from his seat on the couch. "Hey. You're home earlier than I expected."
Minho just sighed and again and laid down with him, his head landing in Jisung's lap. Jisung's hand immediately found itself in his hair, and Minho leaned into the touch.
"I missed you." Jisung smiled.
"Are you drunk? How was it?" he asked with a laugh.
"Utterly dreadful. I was so miserable," Minho answered.
"Oh, my poor baby," Jisung mocked slightly. He didn't realize Minho was serious. "Was Chan upset that I didn't come?"
Minho shook his head. "He understood."
Jisung let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Thank god.
Earlier tonight, when the guys were getting ready to leave, Jisung had an anxiety attack. He had received news that his mother had been hospitalized, because something was wrong with her heart. He felt too weak and anxious to party. He was okay now, having heard more news about how it wasn't serious, and she was completely okay.
"But Ji...it was disgusting. Jackson had...these strippers. Everywhere. God, those poor girls. Everyone was high, or drunk, and Chan and I had to call Hannah to pick us up on. I doubt they've even realized we've left. We were so uncomfortable. I'm really glad you didn't come, it would have been way too much for you," Minho explained, deciding to omit the part where they made fun of Jisung. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, though he did hate hiding things from him.
Jisung's face fell. "Oh my god, Min, I didn't realize you were serious. I thought you were just joking because I wasn't there. I'm sorry."
Minho shrugged. "It's okay. That's another reason it was dreadful, though it would have been horrible if you were there."
"You're home now, though, that's all that matters," Jisung said with a smile. Minho sighed and closed his eyes.
"Yes it is."
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